A/N – This is going to be my first full length Supernatural FanFic, It's been a while since I've attempted a full length story, I have nothing planned out, no general direction I want this story to take, just a few things I prefer to have in a story, It may take me a while to update so I promise to do my best not to leave things on a major cliff-hanger. I do not own Supernatural, OC is mine though and I hope you like her.

The Prologue.

Numb, completely numb.

I thought I would feel something, anything but I was just Numb, to everything, to any sensation, I knew I should be doubled over in pain from the stab wound in my side, or from the grief I surely thought I'd be feeling by now, but there was nothing.

I saw his body a few feet from where I was sat, bloodied, worn, old… dead.

I thought it would be us together, saving people, hunting things… the family business, forever, I knew he was getting on in age, I knew it but I just didn't see it. John had decided to settle down and we both supported him, his father would have been a proud grandfather of 3. But he was gone too, much more peacefully, but still gone. The family business was left to just…me.

Like a programmed robot I slowly got to my feet and collected our scattered weapons and placed them in the trunk. We were in a wooded area so it was easy to gather the wood for the pyre.

The werewolf pack was all dead, but I shot each one of them in the heart again, just to be sure. Then I dragged their carcasses into a pile carelessly, salted and burned them into nothing and shot the pile of smoulders they had left out of spite before burying them in a shallow grave.

I made my way though the trees to the spot where I knew he laid, breathing as deeply and calmly as possible, like my body automatically knew the strain it was put under. Like it was trying to calm the raging storm I could feel forming inside of me.

I walked to the car first and stitched up my side, luckily it wasn't deep enough to cause any major internal damage, but even if it did, why should I care, I wouldn't be able to feel the blood seep out of me, even if I wanted too. Bracing myself for what came next I took a swig from the flask that was always stationed in the glove compartment and slowly made my way back, back to that place.

As I walked towards him I saw the glinting of metal from around his neck, I would recognize the shape of it from the moon, but seeing it now came like a sucker punch to my whole body, the pain, the grief, everything came like a blast wave that knocked me off my ass, it was too much to keep inside of me so I screamed, I screamed long and hard, until my throat was raw and bloody.

I don't know how I did it, how any child could do it, but I sucked it up, I bottled up everything, I could wait to break down in my cousin John's arms in a few days, but, right now, a pyre awaited the body of the greatest hunter known to mankind.

I watched the flames burn stoically, not allowing any of my bottled up grief disturb this moment. He never got much peace in life; he deserved that peace now, in death. It's funny the things you remember, but I remember when he would tell me stories of times passed, of him and his brother, on the road, and how he never thought of all the things that could of happened, he would have me, his little miracle.

…I could feel my mouth opening in a silent scream, the pain hitting me viciously but I wouldn't allow it to disturb this moment. Those 3 words were his last words before we came on this hunt. His little Miracle. It was like he knew time was running out, we both knew this hunt would be tough and there would be injuries galore…but god, I certainly wasn't expecting this. As the glowing embers died down there was a glint in the ashes, I bent down and sifted through them until I found it, I smiled when a few tears escaped, he knew that he would be too tempted to stay if there were any objects left of him and he specifically said to make sure it went with him on the pyre.

I abide to his wishes, but obviously something wanted it around. Rules never meant much to this family I realized, and it was just the push I needed, Plans began to form, the logistics, the favors she would need to call in, and the goodbyes she'd need to say. But if it all worked out in the end, goodbyes would be unnecessary, not for long. Rules meant nothing to her family, not when there was something bigger at stake, and she followed in her family's footsteps gladly, because change was coming, and she was going to lead the charge.

She was a Winchester after all.